I hate it when it gets cold. Don't get me wrong I'm all for the FA LA LAing and the skiing, and the hot chocolate, and flannel pajamas and chestnuts roasting but when you work in mammography they like it hot. Like spicy Latino mambo heat hot. Which has me melting. Cause I do not like it hot. I do not like it. I do not like it a lot. (Sorry random Dr. Seuss moment.)
One nice thing about today is that there is a Christmas carol nazi roaming the halls of the hospital. Whenever the piano player has launched into I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus they stop mid song. Oh bless you kind stranger.
Bless you everyone.
I promise I'm not a bitter person. I'm just rather vocal about what I don't favor.
So as I feel like I'm cooking to death I begin looking forward to my run tonight.
Where I can push out the annoying thoughts that clog my head.
and its just me.
and a machine.
Or sometimes Journey.
Or if I'm feeling rather feisty Brittany Spears.
Perhaps this will cool me down?